Munchkin_2

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? 
One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… 

Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. 

But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? 

Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. 

Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? 

Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. 

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Excerpt: 

Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face.

“Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile.

A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.”
 
Alvin: “...”

Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen.

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This is an original story.

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His Devious Rule

Liam looked at the doctor for a few seconds. He wanted to trust the doctor but he just couldn't. After hearing Anya, he started to doubt the doctor, especially because the doctor was anxious and panicking.

Whereas Anya was amazed. While busy catching high-profile criminals and minding her life, she had forgotten the little offenders who make those criminals.

How she wished to handle it her way - As Officer Owen. She was really missing her job.

'Making a scene.' The doctor had no idea how she could make a scene if she wanted. So she gave him a taste of it. "Doctor Stewart, if I may correct you…"

She flashed a captivating smile, giving a glimpse of her winsome dimples. In contrast, her eyes were sharp and her voice was frosty.

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